A storm comes

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When I walked out to my car this morning I could feel the storm coming.
It may be 700 miles away, but it’s clouds are still going over me right now.
Ever since that time when I was five and I almost flew away in
one I’ve remembered the feel of an approaching hurricane.
I’m sure it has something to do with the fact they blow up from the south
east when most of the weather comes from the west. That they’re warm and
humid when most wind this time of year is cold and dry.
But, there is a feel to it I recognize.
A storm comes.
I’m a whole lot harder to blow away in the wind then I was when I was five.
But, who knows, it might try harder…